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That quilt reminds me – What Matters Most

[mybooktable book=”what-matters-most”] That quilt reminds me – What Matters Most When the woman asked if the quilt was for sale, Louise shook her head.  “No,” she said. “That quilt reminds me of the things I’d almost forgotten.” Five days before Christmas, Louise had Ernie take the Fullness of Life quilt down from the wall. She folded it carefully and packed it in a sturdy brown cardboard box. Then she took out a piece of paper with an address on i.....

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Seems you’re doing a lot of reading – Wishing for Wonderful

By Bette Lee Crosby / September 16, 2016

[mybooktable book=”wishing-wonderful”] Seems you’re doing a lot of reading – Wishing for Wonderful While she was at the bookstore Lindsay spent most of her time meandering from aisle to aisle, looking for books that had nothing to do with love. She avoided the romance section and took to browsing the exotic cuisine and travel shelves, even though she had little appetite and nowhere to go. One evening as she staggered in with an unusually large armload of books.....

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Sleep was impossible for Ida – Previously Loved Treasures

[mybooktable book=”previously-loved-treasures”] Sleep was impossible for Ida – Previously Loved Treasures “Grandma,” Ida muttered every so often, trying on the name for size. It fit perfectly. Oddly enough she did not hear from Sam Caldwell at all that week, and she also did not receive a bill for his services. Ida simply assumed he was in Cherry Hill tracking down James and his family, which was all well and good with her. On Sunday evening Sam Ca.....

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He knew how to destroy people from the inside – Twelfth Child

[mybooktable book=”twelfth-child”] He knew how to destroy people from the inside – Twelfth Child August, 1912 I was barely thirteen years old when Mama died and left me and Will in the care of Papa, a man who’d think nothing of shoving a dose of castor oil down my throat just so he could watch my face turn inside out. “It’s good for what ails you,” he’d say; yet, I noticed he never gave Will the same big dose. Papa didn’t say it in precise words, b.....

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As agitated as a soaking wet cat – Silver Threads

[mybooktable book=”silver-threads”] As agitated as a soaking wet cat – Silver Threads That’s when the rift between the boys started. Tom didn’t like Cassidy but the feeling was more than mutual. A dozen or more times she whispered in Eddie’s ear that they ought to ditch Tom and move on, just the two of them. In spite of the constant bickering, the three of them stayed together for another two years. They were passing through Alabama when the split final.....

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Drew lifted her into his arms – Silver Threads

[mybooktable book=”silver-threads”] Drew lifted her into his arms – Silver Threads For him the loss of Jennifer became more pronounced with every day that passed. Long after everyone else had retired for the night, he circled through the rooms, picking up a forgotten dish, emptying one last ashtray, doing the small everyday chores he’d seen her do a thousand times. And as he wiped the kitchen counter or straightened the bathroom towels, he remembered her doing th.....

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The migraines were getting worse – Silver Threads

[mybooktable book=”silver-threads”] The migraines were getting worse – Silver Threads After what seemed an eternity, the cars began to move and they pulled up to the walkway. Brooke leaned forward, kissed the side of her mama’s cheek then reached for the door handle. As it swung open Jennifer said, “Don’t forget, you’re riding with Ava’s mom to the Scout meeting.” “I thought it was your turn.” “It was. Lara’s doing me a favor.....

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Don’t move and you won’t get hurt – Silver Threads

[mybooktable book=”silver-threads”] Don’t move and you won’t get hurt – Silver Threads Tom wasn’t prepared for the question and it unnerved him. “February fifth,” he answered nervously. The moment the words were out of his mouth he realized he’d made a mistake in giving his actual birthday. He yanked the gun from his pocket and said, “Don’t move and you won’t get hurt.” He moved closer to the counter, the hammer cocked and his right arm l.....

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The Keeper gave an angry roar – Silver Threads

[mybooktable book=”silver-threads”] The Keeper gave an angry roar – Silver Threads The Keeper of the Scale saw the thoughts in Drew Bishop’s mind and smiled. It was a good thing to see a father watching over his child, a thing that deserved to be rewarded. He took a large rose-colored stone from the pile and placed it on the happiness side of Drew’s scale. For a moment the scale found perfect balance and then without a visible cause sorrow began to outwei.....

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On the day Jennifer Green was born – Silver Threads

[mybooktable book=”silver-threads”] On the day Jennifer Green was born – Silver Threads On the day Jennifer Green was born a pile of stones was placed alongside her scale of life. A few were the dark gray of sorrow, but most were a pale blush color. The largest stone was the rose hue of a sunrise. That one would be placed on the scale the day she married Drew Bishop. Even more brilliant but a wee bit smaller was the pink stone glistening with specs of silver. That o.....

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This is your home – The Regrets of Cyrus Dodd

[mybooktable book=”the-regrets-of-cyrus-dodd”] This is your home – The Regrets of Cyrus Dodd It might seem that once the Dodd family was settled in a home of their own Cyrus would let go of the regrets he’d carried around for over a decade, but that’s not what happened. Prudence Greenly’s furniture appeared out of place in the small house. The sofa was too long for the living room wall and had to be set cattycorner with one arm blocking part of the door.....

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He swallowed back his anger – The Regrets of Cyrus Dodd

[mybooktable book=”the-regrets-of-cyrus-dodd”] He swallowed back his anger – The Regrets of Cyrus Dodd No, he thought. This time I am not going to do something I’ll regret. He swallowed back his anger and said he could maybe swing eight, but the house really wasn’t worth any more than that. “It is to me,” Frederick said, “because if you don’t buy it, I plan to move in here myself. I can sell my place in Philadelphia for ten thousand easy.” .....

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